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blue glowing genitalia and all
(actually, there was a guy in the theatre, not one of my friends thankfully, who made funny cooing noises each and every time the wild blue willy made an appearance. Mature much eh? ...it was actually a pretty funny noise, I don't think there was a person present who didn't at least chuckle at it a little bit)
I liked the character Rorschach, but apparently EVERYONE likes Rorschach. I don’t know what that says about people (though Mr. Inkblot himself would probably have some cunning insight). Incidentally, according to THIS test, Rorschach is the character I’m least like. I’m most like – 78% like – Mr. Wild Blue, apparently. Which doesn’t bother me that much. For some reason, about halfway through the movie, I started thinking of him (Dr. Manhattan, there, I used his actual name) as sort of a human TARDIS. Well, he’s blue and does weird things with time. It sort of almost works.
The movie was gory and graphic and very much earned its 18a rating. Don’t be bringing the kids to see this, or yourself if you’re at all squeamish. Highlights include: various bones snapping in nasty ways, copious amounts of CGI blood, someone getting their hands sliced off with a circular saw… and more. I’m not squeamish, but there were a few times I was flinching, closing my eyes. Oh, and there’s also an AWKWARD sex scene done to the tune of the most awkward version of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah I’ve ever heard, or maybe it was just awkward because of the sex scene. I don’t know. It was awkward.
Despite all of that, none of the sex or violence ever felt gratuitous. Given the context of the movie, and what was happening, and the message it was trying to give, it all felt very right. I haven’t read the comic, though my room mate who has tells me that the movie was mostly faithful to its source material. Speaking of source material, I went on a little google rampage after coming home to find out more about the comic and discovered that its author, Alan Moore, apparently got his start in the comic writing industry writing the strip for DWM. Also, apparently he had a hand in the construction of the Cartmel Master Plan. Somehow this revelation didn’t overly surprise me.
Anyway, in other news, a skunk got into the ducts at my work today, just a few minutes before quitting time. Someone accidentally set the security alarm off, that startled the intruding skunk, and I don’t think we’ve ever vacated the building (a retrofitted turn of the century farmhouse) so quickly. Now my new (well, new to me) jacket reeks of skunk gas, as does my back pack. Eww….
Oh well, that’s the way things go some days, and it we all got a laugh out of it.